Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
MC5,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.